When I was a young child, I hated napping. My parents have even shared a few stories with me.
There was the time Grandma would stand outside my cracked bedroom door and attempt to scare me back into my bed. Each time I would try to get out of bed she would tell me in her sternest, most terrifying Grandma voice…”Get back in that bed.”
I had no idea where the voice was coming from, and I would obediently bolt back to my bed. A couple of minutes later, I would gather up enough courage to venture out again and “the voice” would order me back to my bed to rest.
Then there was the time I figured out how to climb out my bedroom window. Apparently, I never even made it to the end of the driveway before I was spotted by one of my parents, captured, and put back in my room.
My parents had a theory. They said I hated naps because I feared I would miss out on something if I closed my eyes.
As an adult, I still have a tendency to struggle with this fear of missing out on something. I’ve noticed this behavior will often rear its ugly head when using social media.
If I haven’t been on Twitter all day, how far back in the feed is it okay to scroll? There really should be crazy bells that go off on Twitter when you’re about to exceed the healthy scrolling limit.
*Bing* Okay, Eileen, this is healthy…stop scrolling.
*Bing, Bing* Okay, Eileen, this is hovering on weird…stop scrolling now.
*Bing, Bing, Bing, Bing, Bing* Okay, Eileen, you seriously need help.
And what about Facebook. I have endless opportunities to feel like a nut when using this social media outlet. Last night I posted this as my status:
I’ve decided that trying to get the numerous FB Groups listed on the left side of my page to reflect 0 new comments all at the same time is futile. It’s like playing wack-a-mole.
When I catch myself falling into this unhealthy cycle of trying to keep an eye on everything, I know there are some underlying control issues at play. Okay, so maybe they aren’t underlying, they’re on the surface and screaming at me!
That’s when I need to step back and acknowledge this simple and obvious fact again…
Eileen, you are not God. It is not your job to know everything and be everywhere. It is not your job to have your hand into everything. If you happen to miss something…guess what…life goes on. The social media world and the rest of the world will continue to revolve.
(Insert refreshing sigh) Isn’t that liberating to admit?
Sometimes, I feel like the toddler who just needs to be put in her place again. Similar to how Grandma’s voice would tell me where I needed to be and what was expected of me, God’s voice will sternly and painfully put me in my place too.
And that place is to let to go of control (which I don’t possess anyway) and rest in Him.
Do you ever struggle with control? What helps to put you in your place when you do?